Subtle Bluntness

For those of you who won’t get my GraphJam, which is most of you, here’s the song:

Not only did Jane Q. take a Misfits song, she also took The Ramones and Michael Jackson, but I’m not going to let that stop me.  After all, I’ve only seen some version of the Misfits four times now, AND I saw Michale Graves on his solo tour promoting Punk Rock Is Dead, so I think I can go ahead and do some Misfits tunes, too.

First, here’s a video for all you dirty hippies.  Peace and love, gang.

Now here’s one for the ladies.  If only this were on a karaoke CD somewhere, because it would TOTALLY be my karaoke song.  I would absolutely kill it, too (no pun intended).

“So, Ron.  Since you’re going to link to like eight videos, since the Misfits are your favorite band ever… what’s your absolutely favorite all time Misfits song of ALL TIME, you goddamn son of a bitch?”

Why thank you, Overused Interior Monologue, I’m glad you asked.  And for the record:  I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch! (Yes, that’s just a segue for the video.  No, I’ve never seen Jerry and company play it live, much to my chagrin.  Last time I talked to Jerry after the show, I told him I’d jump up and sing it.  He said he’d think about it.)

Interestingly enough, the song is used in the Creature Features remake of the old Roger Corman B-movie Teenage Cave Man, directed by the gifted and creepy Larry Clark.  Because I can’t let the reference slip by, the title of this post is a reference to yet another Misfits tune, oi oi oi.

Ginger has all the rest of the FGF action.  I’m too lazy to post all the links here.

Tonight the Misfits are playing at Expo 5 (supported by my favorite local punk band, the Dead City Rejects), and, strangely, I don’t know if I’m going to go. No, it’s not the real Danzig/Jerry Only/Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein/ROBO Misfits; it’s more like the Jerry Only Traveling Punk Rock All Stars featuring Dez Cadena of Black Flag.

It’s weird, normally I’d be all over this show, but these days all I see is the big hassle to buy tickets at the door, stand in line, fight for a good spot, and pay through the nose for beer. I know what they’re going to play, I’ve seen them like four or five times now, and… I’m just not enthusiastic about it. Maybe I’ve seen them too much, or maybe I’m secretly mad they didn’t bring Balzac with them yet again. Maybe the excitement of seeing Jerry singing the Misfits songs again has worn off because it’s not Danzig (or even Graves, who is actually pretty awesome in person).

I think the problem is it’s a nostalgia act at this point. Expo 5 is a flea market, basically. They’ve got no new album out or anything (not even another covers album). I know exactly what they’ll play (not “Where Eagles Dare”), and if I really want to see them, I can drive a couple hours to Covington and see them play there if I want to, or wait another 6 months or a year and see them when they swing back through again. I think the five years of mostly anniversary tours have dampened my enthusiasm.

Or maybe I’m just getting a wicked case of adultitis. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’ve got three jobs, am facing a month’s worth of overtime and Saturdays, and have had a headache for three days now.

Fuck it, I’m staying home.